:coffee-cream:
This moment is a metaphor for five and one-third hours
The silence has evaporated and chrysalized into nitro-oxygen-carbon
[breathed into my lungs after years of deliberate release]
The sunlight is drifting in in slow rectangle strips
[the walls absorbed it through osmosis long ago
so we'd never do without]
Because, really, after all, there is no excuse for not smiling at least 54.3% of the time
[as proven by my ten thousand word thesis on the secrets of love and
whatever the fuck that lets us feel another person so intamately]
The light on your skin is a smooth honey-and-milk vanilla tea of unbleached titanium
The memory of the feeling under your skin of muscle and blood-vessel-cartiladge-soul
[fills me with that warm coffee-cream tingle that seeps in through my lips
and spreads into my fingertips, diaphragm, and toes]
And how translucent I felt with my whole body arched
And everything so
simple.
perfect.
love.
date:December 15, 2006
I wanted to break off from the dark poetry I'd written for years. There are a lot of moments transcribed in here, dreams I've had, thoughts, etc. Unbleached Titanium is a color of paint that I often use on skin (on my canvas pictures, which I haven't posted here yet). There was a lot of influence in this poem from listening to The Willis, which is an indie band that puts in random, odd details into their songs that initially make it seem strange and cold, but actually make it more poetic. Ah... I don't think you'll actually understand unless you go listen to them. I'll see if I can put them in my playlist.